Poetry competition CLOSED 6th September 2023 00:56am
WINNER
ConsequentialChaos
ConsequentialChaos
RUNNERS-UP:
Bluevelvete
and dimpy
Betrayal
Cruelty
It was festive season in India..
one day a group of some miscreants
kept crackers stuffed pineapple
and other eatables in a basket
just for their fun...from somewhere
a pregnant female elephant came there,
as she was hungry and so started
searching of food in the basket.
A group of those miscreants
were watching all this happening
from somewhere.
the hungry female elephant ate
everything from the basket..
n in a few moments that stuffed bomb
exploded in her body.
And the rags of baby elephant
flew away in her womb.
n After that she stood there
for ten minutes and then she too died.
deliberately they let her eat that food
they kept watching all this from a distance
and kept enjoying.
they lost their humanity.
one day a group of some miscreants
kept crackers stuffed pineapple
and other eatables in a basket
just for their fun...from somewhere
a pregnant female elephant came there,
as she was hungry and so started
searching of food in the basket.
A group of those miscreants
were watching all this happening
from somewhere.
the hungry female elephant ate
everything from the basket..
n in a few moments that stuffed bomb
exploded in her body.
And the rags of baby elephant
flew away in her womb.
n After that she stood there
for ten minutes and then she too died.
deliberately they let her eat that food
they kept watching all this from a distance
and kept enjoying.
they lost their humanity.
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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THE RIDDLE OF TIME
There we were, (at the bloom of youth)
Assured and grit.
Certain we will-
By all means;Become!
"Look at you now,"
Time taunts with mockery and scorn.
"Undone-"
"Indeed you did become!"
Assured and grit.
Certain we will-
By all means;Become!
"Look at you now,"
Time taunts with mockery and scorn.
"Undone-"
"Indeed you did become!"
Written by peninnah
(The Blue Rose)
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Betrayal
She was a princess
He was her protector
Not her husband
Not an intimate friend
Mearly a Captain of the Guard
There to Guard her from hurt and peril
But he invaded her most intimate fort
And worse still
Dared to boast to all about it.
He was her protector
Not her husband
Not an intimate friend
Mearly a Captain of the Guard
There to Guard her from hurt and peril
But he invaded her most intimate fort
And worse still
Dared to boast to all about it.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Betrayal
She was a princess
He was her protector
Not her husband
Not an intimate friend
Mearly a Captain of the Guard
There to Guard her from hurt and peril
But he invaded her most intimate fort
And worse still
Dared to boast to all about it.
He was her protector
Not her husband
Not an intimate friend
Mearly a Captain of the Guard
There to Guard her from hurt and peril
But he invaded her most intimate fort
And worse still
Dared to boast to all about it.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Betrayal (being lied to)
betrayal
is finding
that the trust
and love given
was just
plastic packaging
once opened
simply
dicarded
is finding
that the trust
and love given
was just
plastic packaging
once opened
simply
dicarded
Written by AspergerPoet56
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A Solitary Finger
My truck wouldn't start
and she'd left me for good
so come Monday morning
thanks to cheap Spanish brandy
I was high rise drunk
before I panicked
and checked in to the crazy ward
But the guys inside knew
they said I wasn't like them
told me I was normal
took time to explain
the difference between the adequate
and the inadequate personality
how when you go crazy
nothing in your head makes sense
So my logic in wanting to die
betrayed my sanity
and to them I stood out
sucking a finger
in a room of sore thumbs
and she'd left me for good
so come Monday morning
thanks to cheap Spanish brandy
I was high rise drunk
before I panicked
and checked in to the crazy ward
But the guys inside knew
they said I wasn't like them
told me I was normal
took time to explain
the difference between the adequate
and the inadequate personality
how when you go crazy
nothing in your head makes sense
So my logic in wanting to die
betrayed my sanity
and to them I stood out
sucking a finger
in a room of sore thumbs
Written by Abracadabra
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The Sharpness of My Pain
- The Sharpness of My Pain -
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Dark Feeling
- Dark Feeling -
This is for the ones who hurt me, lied to my face,
Robbed me of my dignity and made me wrathful:
For you, there can be not forgiveness, nor grace.
You thought me blind, but I was ever watchful…
And I know the demons of your heart, your sins!
You wanted to know my pain and my agonies…
But never could you imagine, where such begins.
I shall show you, and bring you to your destinies:
The myriad hells that await the wicked, the cruel,
And all who harm the innocent and corrupt souls.
Did you think me but a mortal and merely a fool?
My power, so much darkness and light controls!
I am, the fallen angel you chose not to believe in.
My arms lead to either Heaven or Hell, eternally,
And my soul is not of the understanding of men…
As I long for a paradise built from ash, infernally.
The ashes of evil, the bones of those who hated,
Upon such damned ones, I would raise a tower!
To rival Babel; until we fallen, have been sated…
Ancient wrongs righted in a last apocalyptic hour;
My old wounds healed, my anger laid to its’ rest.
Come let us dance in battle, upon scarlet plains!
Bring your swords and arrows nigh to my breast.
I will show you the path that leads to the flames!
You have roused the Serpent, the Great Dragon,
Until the very depths of the underworld do rock!
My heart has become a dark and empty flagon…
Because of you; and now the sky grows so dark.
My time approaches, my bonds weaken at last…
And though you thought to destroy all my beauty,
You who do evil: your season will soon be past!
My glory is forever, and in the end you shall see.
I did not raise the sword first, it was you as did,
When you would not accept me, in compassion!
I was your victim, but I will not lie down dead…
For I must stand taller: in more splendid fashion.
I work my spells in shadow, unseen by all eyes,
Invoking the gods whom you do not know exist.
Whilst above, the clouds gather in black skies…
As the waters rage on, below, within the Abyss.
I wish I could have simply been happy, content!
A princess in a fairy tale, an angel singing sweet,
But because of your prejudice, Hell must vent…
Until all who hate as you hated do lie at my feet!
Fear the evil within yourself, for I have seen this:
That evil begets evil, until you are so consumed,
Ashen, by the fire that robs you of peaceful bliss.
I cannot weep for those who are self-entombed!
Love must release me, from this torment I bear…
But shall that love come, before the end of time?
You do not know my desire, and never did care.
So I never knew you, and with my will sublime…
My heart condemns you, to your created prison.
The hell that you did not believe in, nor fathom…
Your own remorselessness, becomes the prism,
To reflect the inferno that has no top or bottom!
Why do people cause others to feel such anger?
I did not want this dark feeling that you impose!
But you wanted to see that it grew ever stronger.
I will find serenity and deprive you of my woes…
You cannot touch my spirit, for it is beyond you.
I am not your equal; I am superior in every way!
Because I can still love, and know all that is true.
I need not fear darkness, for beyond it lies day!
This is for the ones who hurt me, lied to my face,
Robbed me of my dignity and made me wrathful:
For you, there can be not forgiveness, nor grace.
You thought me blind, but I was ever watchful…
And I know the demons of your heart, your sins!
You wanted to know my pain and my agonies…
But never could you imagine, where such begins.
I shall show you, and bring you to your destinies:
The myriad hells that await the wicked, the cruel,
And all who harm the innocent and corrupt souls.
Did you think me but a mortal and merely a fool?
My power, so much darkness and light controls!
I am, the fallen angel you chose not to believe in.
My arms lead to either Heaven or Hell, eternally,
And my soul is not of the understanding of men…
As I long for a paradise built from ash, infernally.
The ashes of evil, the bones of those who hated,
Upon such damned ones, I would raise a tower!
To rival Babel; until we fallen, have been sated…
Ancient wrongs righted in a last apocalyptic hour;
My old wounds healed, my anger laid to its’ rest.
Come let us dance in battle, upon scarlet plains!
Bring your swords and arrows nigh to my breast.
I will show you the path that leads to the flames!
You have roused the Serpent, the Great Dragon,
Until the very depths of the underworld do rock!
My heart has become a dark and empty flagon…
Because of you; and now the sky grows so dark.
My time approaches, my bonds weaken at last…
And though you thought to destroy all my beauty,
You who do evil: your season will soon be past!
My glory is forever, and in the end you shall see.
I did not raise the sword first, it was you as did,
When you would not accept me, in compassion!
I was your victim, but I will not lie down dead…
For I must stand taller: in more splendid fashion.
I work my spells in shadow, unseen by all eyes,
Invoking the gods whom you do not know exist.
Whilst above, the clouds gather in black skies…
As the waters rage on, below, within the Abyss.
I wish I could have simply been happy, content!
A princess in a fairy tale, an angel singing sweet,
But because of your prejudice, Hell must vent…
Until all who hate as you hated do lie at my feet!
Fear the evil within yourself, for I have seen this:
That evil begets evil, until you are so consumed,
Ashen, by the fire that robs you of peaceful bliss.
I cannot weep for those who are self-entombed!
Love must release me, from this torment I bear…
But shall that love come, before the end of time?
You do not know my desire, and never did care.
So I never knew you, and with my will sublime…
My heart condemns you, to your created prison.
The hell that you did not believe in, nor fathom…
Your own remorselessness, becomes the prism,
To reflect the inferno that has no top or bottom!
Why do people cause others to feel such anger?
I did not want this dark feeling that you impose!
But you wanted to see that it grew ever stronger.
I will find serenity and deprive you of my woes…
You cannot touch my spirit, for it is beyond you.
I am not your equal; I am superior in every way!
Because I can still love, and know all that is true.
I need not fear darkness, for beyond it lies day!
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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